Musha

The Bleeding Heart Inn was bustling tonight, low murmurs of brooding adventurers crowded the tables. It looked like most were well established groups. Your eye catches the fluffy tufts of fur of Musha, his stature makes him hard to miss, and it seems many give him a wide birth. His feline eyes catch yours and he waves you over to his table. As the Plover cleans the crocodiles teeth, you look like you would compliment my raw strength. What is your name adventurer?